In-Town Tourist: Crawling through Caves…

Looking out

Just beyond the berm of the heavily traveled Riverside Drive that crawls alongside Dublin, Ohio, and behind a thick curtain of summer greenery, lies a quieted stream. So still that it lies dry and bare, exposing secrets only to those who care to wander its rubbled path…

Scioto River feeder bed

While surfing down the side of a ravine on loose dirt and rocks, I was more focused on avoiding posion ivy and spider webs. Not that I really had the luxury of doing much more than note their presence as I slid steadily toward my destination… But once I’d reached the relative stability of the stream bed, and when the clattering of our own descents had faded, the stillness was startling. Cars sped by just above and beyond our vision, but the tall trees and rock face acted as natural buffers against the road sounds. It was as if we’d slipped through the protective wall of a bubble into a serene silence.

Water patterns on dry rock

When the range of color is narrow, textures and patterns grow more obvious. The swirled holes of watery erosion, the random splatters of moisture and leaves, the moss-haired face peering from a wall of rock, the splintered, decomposing wood of a stump…Rock face Stream bed stump

We trekked the stream bed, ostensibly looking for fossils, but I found myself equally captivated by the shale walls that formed our corridor. Just ahead was the first cave, a narrow tunnel opening into a rock-walled room with no view but its own entrance/exit.

Tunnel cave entrance

I confess to a slightly claustrophobic tingling as I crawled beneath dangling webs and through the encroaching neck of solid rock. It reminded me of a free dive I did, years ago, through a coral tunnel in the Caribbean. No wiggle room for hesitations…

But the best was still ahead, up steep waterfalls (without the water) and across an unsteady bed of rocks that kept me alert to my wobbly (surgically enhanced) right ankle. Along the way to “The Well”, my friend pointed out an imbedded snail shell fossil and found a loose snail fossil, a tooth (raccoon or ground hog), a piece of rib, and some coral.

Snail fossil

“The Well” required another steep climb up to go down, down, down…

Climbing out...

One can barely see the cavity from below. The scant blackened space between elevated trees requires intent to be found. Once up the incline, the hole goes deep, dark, and damp, an emptied natural well that has somehow bent with the whim of the water it might have once contained… Without equipment, we stayed within view of our exit daylight. Next time we’ll go further in; I’m curious to see how far we can travel underground.

Silhouette on cliff wall

I’m looking forward to next time…

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Buried by “Back-to-School”

Hannah, Matt and Zach by pond at The Columbus Zoo

My youngest son will gladly explain this to you: having three kids as “spotters” has dramatically improved my odds of finding my car in about any parking lot! This is a great “value-added” feature for someone who tends to focus forward, fully forgetting the eventual need to retrace my steps.

Being mom to three kids also increases my need to frequent the asphalt parking grids, however. They eat; they grow (rinse and repeat)… And, this season’s frenzy of football, cross-country, soccer (and still more soccer), paired with the always surprising back-to-school blitz has almost buried me. I can empathize with friends who choose to grab on to the edges of their community and hover at home. They know that if they step out of their daily rhythm they’re unlikely to synch the whole process ever again. They’ll miss practices and games and be short necessary school supplies. They’ll get signed up as team administrator if they take so much as a bathroom break.

Fortunately, I have no real “rhythm” off of the dance floor, so I’m not dissuaded by the risk of chaos. Severe weather with its subsequent cancellations can actually have a calming effect on my life; I brake for lightning and head home. While leaving everything to run off with my daughter over the Labor Day weekend is just slightly impractical, I also see it as a rare and wonderful opportunity. For me, the rejuvenating effect of travel, of mixing up the routine, far outlasts the splattering effect of temporarily dropping an overfilled schedule.

And so, my daughter is packing her carry-on bag as she loads school supplies into her backpack and prepares for the season’s first soccer games and cross country meets. We’ll tactfully wait until her second day of school to send in the absence request form.

When life feels like it’s flying by too fast, it usually is. And, it’s time to take an unconventional detour off of your fast track to sit on the sidelines for a few minutes. Knowing my daughter and knowing me, we won’t spend too much time actually sitting, but mentally, we’ll be digging in our heels to reclaim what belongs to us alone.

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